"What?!" Lorcan said, grabbing Euphemia's hand and helping her off the bed.

"Yes, you fool, the baby's coming!" Euphemia said.

"Wha- St Mungo's then!" Lorcan said, grabbing a dark blue bag from the dresser.

"Of course, you fucking fool." Euphemia swore at her soon-to-be husband.

Lorcan carried Euphemia in his arms to the Floo network and with a handful of Floo powder, they were zooming through fireplaces, until they landed on the floor of St Mungo's Hospital.

"Hello?" Lorcan said desperately. A Healer spotted them and gasped.

"Oh, Merlin's beard, get her on the bed!" The Healer gasped in shock. Lorcan carefully laid Euphemia down on the bed and watched the Healer push her off towards the delivery room.

Lorcan sat down, flickering through an old Daily Prophet laying on the floor. It was going to be a long wait.

Wait... The Weasleys! And Euphemia's siblings!

"Shit." Lorcan swore under his breath,as he walked up to the counter.

"Eh, do you mind me asking if you have an owl I can borrow?" Lorcan asked. The woman at the desk pointed to a well battered owl sitting on the window near where Lorcan was sitting previously.

"Er- thanks." Lorcan said awkwardly.

"The baby's coming?!" Remus Lupin shouted at Minerva.

"Yes, yes!" Minerva said excitedly. "Come on, what are you waiting for? Get the others!"

"Alright, I never guessed you'd be this excited!" Remus said, sprinting to the Floo network.

"Mr Scamander?" A Healer said, tapping Lorcan on the shoulder. Lorcan jotted awake.

"You can see your wife now." She said. Lorcan jumped up eagerly.

"Where is she?" Lorcan said.

"Room 678." The Healer said. "Good luck."

"Thanks." Lorcan said, running down the corridor.

Room 678.

Lorcan took a deep breath and walked into the room and set his eyes on the most beautiful sight he'd ever saw.

There was Euphemia, lying in the hospital bed holding three bundles of blankets close to her chest and she was cooing at them softly.

"Effie..." Lorcan said. Euphemia smiled at him, exhausted.

"C'mere and meet our babies, Lorcan." She ordered radiantly. Lorcan froze.

"Babies?!" He gasped. Then a huge grin permanently spread across his face.

"Holy shit." Lorcan gasped. "Can I hold one of them?"

"Mind the head." Euphemia fusses as Lorcan took a bundle in his arms.

The baby - a boy - peered up at Lorcan with curious blue eyes. Euphemia's eyes.

"He has your eyes." Lorcan whispered, awed by the fierce overprotectiveness that over came him.

"Does he?" Euphemia said, a sparkle in her own blue eyes, so like their son's.

Their son.

"So, Alexander Fleamont Scamander?" Lorcan asked, not taking his brown eyes off his son.

"I was thinking..." Euphemia said. "How about... Fleamont Henry Scamander?"

Lorcan smiled. "I think it's perfect. Your great grandfather, Fleamont Potter, would be delighted to see that we named our son after him."

"He would be." Euphemia said.

"Triplets? Eh? Merlin, help us." Lorcan said.

"Oi, these are our children you're talking about." Euphemia said, but she was smiling.

"Sorry, sorry." Lorcan said. "But what do you want to name the other two?"

"Hardwin Remus Scamander and Iolanthee Minerva Scamander." Euphemia said softly.

"After your godparents and ancestors." Lorcan said, kissing Euphemia on her head. "They would be so proud of us, naming our children after them."

"I can't wait to see them go off to Hogwarts." Euphemia sniffed.

"It's a bit early for that." Lorcan said but stopped by the look of Euphemia's sharp glare

"Alright, gesh!"